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3 Disasters a' would disappear;

Then begins the jub'lee year.

O hon, &c.

LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT.

O, art thou sleeping yet?

Or art thou wauken, I would wit?

love has bound me hand and foot,

And I would fain be in, jo.

O let me in this ae night,

This ae, ae, ae night;

For pity's sake this ae night,

O rise and let me in, jo.

owre the moss, out owre the

came this dark and drearie hour,

here I stand without the door,

Amid the pouring storm, jo.

O let me in, &c.

hear'st the winter winds and weet

ae star blinks thro' the driving sleet;

pity on my wearie feet,

And shield me frae the rain, jo.

O let me in, &c.

bitter blast that round me blaws